Let go of me!

Get the kinks out of your joints.

I kind of helped him.

There's two of them coming through the hedge.

Pale-faced squaw, descendant of Pilgrim.

Kind of a night, do they?

Don't you stay out of sight.

I think he's kind of cute myself.

The next is the most important picture of all, where the Indians give us the turkey.

Here, have a slug of granny's rheumatism medicine.

Why, I could use one of those myself.

Don't you try to signal the rest of your tribe!

I declare Duke, if Mr. Drysdale give us a string of weenies, that girl'll make pets out of him.

Why, they ain't got none of the hick... Hurry with the hickory nuts, sir.

What do you want for this kind of dope?

You reckon we could shoot one of these sometime?

Now you go and take the head off of that gobbler.

Yeah, the sack that turkey just stuck his head out of.

Judging from the size of his head, he must be monstrous big.

We're going to have a very authentic reproduction of the first Thanksgiving.